Hath victorious proved in fight,
Viewing now his vanquish’d prey
Breathless, bleeding, fore him lie,
With revenge no longer burns,
All his rage to pity turns,
And the beasts’ high-minded chief
Ruminates in silent grief;
Thus Thor, when his fury was o’er, look’d and sigh’d
Deep in silence and pensive, his victims beside:
But Lok, like the lynx, from his lips licking gore,